Dimentio woke up early. He was usually the first person awake in all of Castle Bleck. So, when he woke up and found that Mr. L wasn't there, he was quite surprised. Especially because L was usually the last person up.
The jester brushed this off and decided he would look for his injured friend.
The magician quietly teleported through out every room. He found that everyone else was still asleep. After all, it was around five. That was about two hours too early for even Nastasia.
Just when Dimentio was starting worry, he appeared in the repair shop at the very bottom part of the castle. Even though L had been told not to work on Brobot, there he was. The mechanic was asleep at his desk, with his wrench still in his hand. The trickster searched the room and found that Brobot's head had been rebuilt.
'He must have snuck out sooner then I thought.' Dimentio infered. He floated to his friend and was about to bring him back to his room. Then, an invisible wall blocked him from his path, slaming him back a few feet.
A quiet voice, niether male nor female spoke in a whisper. "Not so fast."
Dimentio snarled, recognizing the voice immediatly.
The being revealed it self by floating out of the darkness.
It was a foggy shadow-like creature, with no definite shape. It never stayed in one place, as it's hazy figure would move around slightly. It had no physical features, yet it's emotions were always well known.
It had informed Dimentio it's name was Himitsu, then, started following him around ever since he had stolen the Dark Prognosticus, read it, and quickly put it back before Bleck noticed. The magician figured that it was a side-effect of the book, and suspected the Count had one too. Though, he couldn't ask without giving away that he had stolen the Prognosticus.
It could morph into the jester's shadow and follow him with out being noticed, or go off on it's own. Recently it had been abscent, and Dimentio had been hoping it wouldn't return. Sadly he was wrong.
Himitsu had placed it self between Dimentio and Mr. L. Right now, it seemed like the being was happy.
"Looking for him?" It whispered blissfully.
"You are like a child," Dimentio muttered. "And I have no time for you." He used his stronger magic against Himitsu's weak barrier and with a wave of the hand it quickly went away. Then, he floated to L.
The shadow pouted. "You never have time for me."
The magician rolled his eyes. It was too early for this. He ignored the figure and took the wrench out of his ally's hand.
The foggy being drifted closer to Dimentio. "All your time is spent with him." It taunted.
Dimentio frowned as his cheeks reddened under his mask. He wanted nothing more then for the shadow to leave him alone.
"I say we kill him now." Himitsu statted, it's voice still hushed.
"No." the jester said firmly, trying to hide his emotions. "You know he's important. I need him alive."
"Really?" the haze asked mischeviously. Then, as if caught by the wind, it spiraled it's fog like figure up the air. As it came back down, the Dark Prognosticus was revealed.
Dimentio glared. "You fool," he growled. "Put that back before someone notices."
Himitsu, as joyful as ever, flipped through the pages. "But Master," it chimed. "I'm here to help you, to serve you, to make your life easier."
The jester folded his arms and waited impatently for it to finish.
The being stopped as it found the page it was looking for. "It says here: 'The man in green is the one who brings darkness to all.'"
Dimentio nodded. He had known that for a long while now.
"It does not, however, say that he must be alive." Himistsu closed the book. If he had a mouth, it would be curved up in a smile.
The magician felt like he was always taunted by this creature. He was supposed to tease people. People were not supposed to tease him.
"He is to be untouched." Dimentio spoke sternly.
"You are making a mistake." The shadow said, no longer having any fun. "Don't let your feelings for him get in our way."
The jester snapped. "I do not have feelings for him." He looked at L, and noticed his was stirring. He would soon be awake. "Just... Do what you're told."
Himitsu stayed silent for awhile before answering coldly, "As you wish." It's foggy figure stretched out and stoked Mr. L's hair, resulting in a glare from Dimentio. Soon, it pulled back. Without another word, it circled up the air, as it had before, and disapeared. Along with the Prognosticus.
The jester kept his glare at the place Himitsu had been. He hated that thing.
Mr. L woke up and found that his arm was numb. He had fallen asleep with his arm folded under his head and was now regreting it. He shook his feelingless limb out and looked around. His eyes stayed on magician glaring at nothing.
"Shoulda known you'd be here," Mr. L laughed. "Stalker."
Dimentio shot a glance at him. "I am not a stalker." He informed. "I was just... Worried... About you."
The mechanic smiled as he stood up and stretched. "How sweet." He said jokingly.
Dimentio growled. The man in green was oblivious to why his friend was so upset, so he left him alone after that.
"Why did you come here so early?" The trickster asked.
Mr. L grinned triredly. " I was sorta grounded from being in here. So I snuck out in the middle of the night to work on Brobot."
"So no one would catch you?" The jester asked with one of the first smiles he'd had all day.
L nodded. "Except for I fell asleep. Obviously."
Dimentio nodded. "It's still early." He statted. "You could still get another hour of sleep?"
Mr. L shrugged it off. Then, feeling a bit naucious, he stumbled forward. Dimentio placed his feet on the ground and caught him before he actually fell.
"Careful." Dimentio said helping his friend onto his feet.
The mechanic frowned. "I feel," he stopped looking for the right word. "Tired."
The jester attempted not to laugh. "Well, you did sneak out last night."
Mr. L shook his head. "Not like that." He sighed. "My body is tired."
Dimentio stared at the ground for a few seconds. He looked back up to meet his ally's gaze. "It's no longer optional." He said. "You're going to rest." He placed his hand on the injured man's shoulder. Then, he snapped, and they were back in Mr. L's room.
The jester helped his friend into bed. It wasn't hard to notice that L seemed very pale now. Almost ghostly pale.
The tired man sighed. "Thanks again, Dim."
Dimentio smiled weakly. "It's not a problem." He gave his friend a bow and prepared to teleport away so L could rest. But the red liquid on his chest stopped him.
He looked to Mr. L and let out a gasp.
Startled, the mechanic turned to the person floating above him.
Blood was soaking through L's shirt, in the same pattern it had when Bowser had attacked him.
Dimentio landed on the ground and quickly slid to his knees to examine his ally.
Mr. L's eyes widened as he saw the blood. He slid his shirt off and threw it onto the floor, revealing his blood-coated chest.
Panicked, the magician looked around the room. He found the towel and started
wiping the red away from L's chest. Dimentio's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There
was no new injury. Yet, blood was reamerging out of the old wound.
The jester looked to Mr. L, whose pale face was filled with fear.
"You're okay," Dimentio spoke soothingly. "You're going to be okay."
L's face stayed horrified.
"Just stay with me," the jester said as he reached for the mechanic's shaking hand. "Okay?"
Mr. L nodded softly.
Dimentio pressed the towel softly on L's chest. "I'm going to get Nastasia." Their eyes were glued on eachother. "Stay with me." The jester repeated. Then, he teleported away.
Forgetting his manners, the jester shook Nastasia awake.
She groaned in protest and then reached for her glasses. "This better be very important." Once the smell of blood reached the girl's nose she woke up much faster.
"Dimentio?" She asked in fright.
He shook his head, "It's L."
The secratary swung her feet off the bed. "Again? What did he do?" Her voice was urgent.
Dimentio frowned. "I-I," he looked to the ground. "Don't know."
Nastasia found herself in even more shock. She couldn't remember the last time Dimentio hadn't known something. Or, at least the last time he had admitted it.
"Take me to him." She demanded.
The magician nodded, and teleported them to Mr. L.
Within seconds Nastasia was calling the doctor again. Dimentio was stroking the mechanic's hair to calm him down while they heard the girl arguing with the doctor behind them.
The jester couldn't help but notice that when L had first woken up he seemed perfectly fine. Maybe healed entirely. It was like it he was injured again after a few short moments. It didn't add up.
Dimentio looked to his friend. His friend's expression was pure agony.
The magician forced a smile while putting one hand on the injury. The other was still playing with L's hair. He focused all of his energy on his magic and used his healing powers. Once he was done, Dimentio looked up at Mr. L's face. He was expecting some form of relief, but instead got a mix of pain and confusion.
The jester didn't have to say anything, his eyes seemed to ask for him.
"Nothing happened." L croaked out.
Dimentio's eyes hardened as his hand stopped playing with his friend's hair.
"What?"
A weak shrug was his responce.
Though he still felt dizzy from his last try, Dimentio attempted again to heal his friend. This time he tried until he saw spots and was forced to stop. He sat back and rested.
Mr. L moaned in pain, and curled into himself.
The jester was getting frusterated. Why wasn't his magic working?
Nastasia walk to the two, with her clipboard clutched against her chest. "Doctor isn't very happy about this," she said. "But he is coming."
Dimentio let out a sigh of relief.
"It'll be awhile though." She directed her eyes to Dimentio. "Think your magic can hold him over until the doctor comes?"
The magician looked to L to avoid the girl's gaze. He shook his head, and began running his fingers through Mr. L's hair again. "My healing powers aren't coroporating."
Nastasia said something, but Dimentio tuned her out and kept looking at Mr. L.
His eyes stayed on the way he stroked his friend's hair.
Then, an idea came over him. He shot up angerly off the ground causing the other two people in the room to look to him for an explination.
"Himitsu..." Dimentio muttered as he remembered how the being had petted L's hair before he left. "I'll be back." He informed, then he teleported away leaving Mr. L and Nastasia utterly confused.